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“No one is going to see them,” I said firmly. Unless we get in an accident and I’m rushed to the hospital. At which point, they won’t be clean anymore anyway.
“You always tell me I’m so confident when I get all dressed up and go out. Do you know it starts by feeling sexy beneath my clothes? Now go put on a sexy bra and thong. Trust me, it’s going to make a difference even if it’s only you who knows they are there.” She tossed me the red dress and I left her room.
Muttering under my breath, “Sexy underwear. What’s next? Bring condoms? It’s just dinner.” I slammed my bedroom door but found myself doing as Samantha suggested. I didn’t have anything red to match, but pink was close enough. What was hard to accept was the fact Samantha was right, once I was dressed, I felt better. I opened the door and walked back to her room. Knocking on the door jamb, I asked, “Is that offer to do my makeup still valid?”
Samantha smiled and replied, “I should say no, because you look better in that dress than I ever did.”
“Thanks.”
“Come on. The clock is ticking, and you don’t want to keep your date waiting.”
I bit back my snappy response and sat on her bed. I closed my eyes and let Samantha work her magic. When I looked in the mirror, I was stunned. Bright red lipstick to match the dress was something I’d never have worn. And the way she filled in my eyebrows really made my eyes pop.
“You’re really good at this,” I told her honestly.
“I know,” she puffed up proudly. “When you’re done staring at yourself in the mirror, that was the buzzer for the door.”
Oh, God. I’m not ready for this.
“Hey, don’t stress. Just have fun! Just…not too much fun,” she said, throwing my words back at me with a grin.
As I headed to the door, Samantha added, “Wait. One more thing.” She opened a drawer and pulled out some perfume and sprayed it above my head several times. “Now, you’re ready.”
It was a sweet honeysuckle smell. Not overpowering at all. I looked ready on the outside, but for some odd reason, I was a bundle of nerves on the inside. Before I left the apartment to go meet the driver I turned and said, “Hey, you never finished telling me why I should know who Phillip is.”
“I’ll tell you when you get home,” she said, then closed the door, leaving me in the hallway.
Why are we friends again?As I walked down the stairs feeling more beautiful than I could ever remember, I knew it was only possible because my BFF had my back. Now if only I could make her understand this isn’t a date.
